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ONTHINXCE STARTED FOLLOWING YOU

" Y'know, you really remind me o'...someone."

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ISELLHARDCOREDRUGS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU

" Do y'need anythin'?"

She doesn't want to say anything more, her mind is so deep in the thought how similar Sarah and Danielle are. Or, were.

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TOWALKAMONGTHECOBRAS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU

" What are y'even lookin' at?"

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DXNTCALLMESMALL STARTED FOLLOWING YOU

" Is y'shirt meant to be on backwards?"

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He froze when she spoke finally, before quickly tossing the bunny back inside the tent, then holding his hands up again in surrender. He lowered his head and considered his life choices. Honestly, his sister would kill him if she knew what he was doing. But she was… missing. " I just needed food— I’m sorry, I did not know this place was lived in, please just let me go. ” He spoke quickly and imploringly. In Jolenes eyes, he was a thief. But in his, she was a bandit. Or some kind of crazed lunatic- which probably wasn’t too far off the bat.  One hand moved to a bar of his brace, so he could push himself up easier and make sure it didn’t get stuck in the bent position it was currently in. But only of course, if the woman would let him without shooting him.

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She just stood and watched as the crippled boy struggled to handle himself, following much laughing from the older woman, Jolene was unaware if her own laughing was at the other's leg brace and how weak it made him in the scenario, or what ways of killing she could cause him to face. Maybe it was the plain thought of her evergrowing instability, which also meant she didn't quite care what the true matter was.

    " If you're lookin' for food, oh, boy, do I       know just the place for you!"

Jolene laughed loudly yet again, keeping her deranged look and roughed up voice, which was not a very pleasing add-on to her already horrid laugh.

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[[  Jolene is actually dead,  so; like for a starter, even though no one at all is online. ]]

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 { And he’s just going to take another swig    of the strong drink, tactfully ignoring its    burning taste. He’s really just drinking    to rudely ignore his surroundings and    the person in front of him. }

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She leans back in her spot, sitting on the cold ground with what feels like simply hard bone, and continues to sigh at the younger man. There was no way he'd get through the alcohol just to listen to some old woman talking, especially when he's...well, Nick.

"Yeah, figured as much."

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"… Yer all by yourself out here? We have food at our dairy if yer hungry."

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"That's...awful nice of ya."

"Shit, what've I got to lose?"

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[izhexs]

Honestly Arvo just really needed food. This place looked abandoned when he arrived! The fire wasn’t warm— considering the cold that should’ve meant no one was here. There were empty cans everywhere, but his searching revealed barely any cans with food in them. The Tent was his last option, peering inside. 

Upon inspection he found a small… stuffy.  It made him sad, half hazardously crouched inside, so he was going to move it, maybe somewhere he couldn’t see it. He didn’t hear anyone moving around until it was too late.

He jerked out of the tent, falling back on himself, clutching the toy tightly, ” Oh no no! Please! ” Quick to bargain for his life, held his hands up, as if they and the toy would protect him from a bullet- or bolt in this case. " I did not take anything! I swear! I have nothing either, just let me go— " He had a gun, but he wasn’t really… keen on using a weapon. The few times he had still ingrained in his mind, his hands would probably shake too bad to be of any use. So instead he just curled up his legs and tried to look as small and pitiful as possible. Anything to not be killed, muttering to himself in Russian. He was such an idiot…

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It was all clear to her now, the figure she expected to been stealing was just a pathetic little boy, gone astray from whatever group he had? Perhaps, but at this point, what does it matter--age, gender, it's all the same! Thief, thief, thief. Fucking thief. --She shot her eyes to his leg brace, this boy had fallen and maybe worsened the condition his leg was in, but still remaining hesitant for approaching closer.

This was nowhere near the expected bandit description.

It has to be someone with that damn save-lots attitude, maybe even wearing the nametag. But the most important part; OLD, you can't be an intimidating bandit with no wrinkles on your face, having it only be guarded by the smooth skin you will never have again.

"I'd love to ask why you're still holding my shit."

Just do as I say, she speaks inside her head, gritting her teeth at the young boy.

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Jolene watches from afar, the unknown human figure appears to be scavenging, in her own tent. An uneasy chill strikes down her spine as it begins picking up items, but none of which seem super important.

The unclear silhouette behind the tent walls stops it’s movement, noticeably looking down at something on the floor.

It bent down to grab it—the second it does, the tent-owner reacts hastily, realizing it could be Danielle’s stuffed animal. They are not getting away with theft, not theft of a memory.

She stands up from behind a table, craning her neck to see exactly where this bandit is now.

"Stop right fuckin’ there!" She shouts, aiming the crossbow even higher upon seeing Danielle’s toy resting in the hands of a stranger.

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[[ This blog has been opened for hardly any time, probably just started an hour ago, yet I’ve already decided I definitely want a verse where Jolene runs into S2 (or S1, partner’s choice I guess? Or it can vary depending on our moods idk) Clementine and treats her like a daughter, pretending she is Danielle in hopes of getting her own sanity back; Which she succeeds in doing so. ]]

[[ But Clementine is totally uncomfortable around Jolene until she realizes she’s the only other survivor with her at the moment, so she shouldn’t be picky oR WHATEVER (Partner’s choice, really. Whoever they are, it’ll mostly be based off chemistry, and what their Clementine sees in my Jolene, whether she’s seeming to be scary, nice, whatever.). ]]

[[ is that weird ]]

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Jolene watches from afar, the unknown human figure appears to be scavenging, in her own tent. An uneasy chill strikes down her spine as it begins picking up items, but none of which seem super important.

The unclear silhouette behind the tent walls stops it's movement, noticeably looking down at something on the floor.

It bent down to grab it--the second it does, the tent-owner reacts hastily, realizing it could be Danielle's stuffed animal. They are not getting away with theft, not theft of a memory.

She stands up from behind a table, craning her neck to see exactly where this bandit is now.

"Stop right fuckin' there!" She shouts, aiming the crossbow even higher upon seeing Danielle's toy resting in the hands of a stranger.